The Hog's Head.

*shudder*

Why oh why had Trixie asked to meet here of all places? Of course the Snake had been thinking about other things at the time so he agreed to it without even thinking.

He hovered outside for a few moments, biting the inside of his cheek and looking up at the sign with the decapitated pig's head he thought was a hella cool piece of artwork when he was here two years ago. He had not been back since.

Coward.. COWARD.. Where was his Gryffie side when he needed it, eh? Blehh.. see this was exactly why he'd been sorted into Slytherin and not Gryffindor.

He opened the door and slipped inside, sliding into and empty seat and looking around. No sign of Trixie. The pub was still exactly the same. Still dirty and musty smelling and still slightly creepy; but returning here wasn't half as bad as he expected. The actual effects of the curse hadn't happened here of course. Even so, he would be steering clear of the Butterbeer... and not because of his condition.

Now.. where was Trixie the Pixie?